Tuesday, December 24, 2013

Not The Hardiest Group

All of the soldiers were dead, Valrym's brother was anything if not efficient. Just a couple swipes of an axe and boom everyone fell down like crappy trees. Everyone save Boyle of course who Guthlu had pinned to the ground his axe at his throat.

"Seriously Valrym this group kept you imprisoned? Ye gods you have let yourself go."

"I was following the law Guthlu something you have never learned to do in the history of your short miserable existence."

"I missed you too brother, now baldy why were you dragging my brother to his doom down below?"

"They agreed to help us defeat the evil!" He hissed it out, apparently when the tables were turned Boyle was a bit of a scaredy cat.

"Right and that you serve the evil just never crossed your mind to mention."

"I knew it was a trap!" I felt vindicated.

"Of course it was a trap Trezlan good gods you act like it was a huge surprise." Valrym of course had to steal my triumph.

"Shut up both of you I'm threatening! So baldy what was the plan lead them into your master lair and he kills them and you get to reap the rewards?" I don't know what ancient evil gives you as a reward to be honest, most of them just seem like dicks who like to eat people, the bones? A weird pat on the back?

"Actually I was to lead them here and then my minions would kill you all." At that point I noticed the walls moved, and not in the good way (as if there is a good way?) Slimy insect like creatures decended their chittering mouths adding a creepy clicking sound that filled the small passage. Guthlu took his axe off Boyle and he got to his feet and ran off down the corridor.

"We might be in trouble."

"Relax I got this." Of course I did not actually have anything except a whole lot of trouble, but you know the old saying Pride goeth before getting eaten by bug creatures in caves. Yep old saying yep.

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